The classroom thrummed with the raw, electric energy of their forbidden union, the afternoon sun casting a golden sheen over the entwined bodies of Abir and Joita. Joita rode him with wild abandon, her voluptuous hips slamming down with each forceful thrust, her black kurta riding up to reveal the sweat-slicked curve of her waist. Abir, lost in the heat of the moment, fucked her upwards with a passion that bordered on savage, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her down to meet his relentless rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of their exertion, her moans escalating into primal screams as he increased his thrusts—deep, fast, and brutally intense. Each plunge was a punishing collision, his manhood driving into her with bone-jarring force, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the walls. With every deep thrust, Joita's scream peaked—"Ahh! Oh, Abir!"—her voice breaking with raw pleasure, her eyes rolling back in ecstatic surrender, her body trembling under the savage onslaught, her nails raking his shoulders, leaving red welts.
On the doorstep, Rishita stood frozen, her wide eyes drinking in the chaotic scene—Joita's curvy form bouncing with each brutal thrust, Abir's muscular frame straining beneath her, the visceral intensity of their coupling. Her breath caught, her petite frame quivering with shock, her long, dark hair framing a face flushed with a mix of awe and fear.
After a while, the tension snapped, and Joita's body convulsed as she released her juices, a shuddering climax washing over her. She collapsed forward, hugging Abir tightly, her chest pressed against his as she caught her breath, her skin slick with sweat. "That was awesome," she gasped, her voice hoarse with satisfaction.
Abir, still reeling from the intensity, nodded, his breath ragged. "Yes, it was. But tell me honestly, Joita. Why is Rishita here now? This can't be a coincidence."
Joita pulled back slightly, her lips curling into an evil smile as she met his gaze. "I told her I wanted to show her something very special," she confessed, her tone laced with mischief. "Then I told her to come to this class five minutes after I entered. I planned it, Abir."
Abir stared into her dark, gleaming eyes for a moment, the realization dawning on him. A slow smile spread across his face as he murmured, "You'll be the death of me."
Joita's evil smile deepened, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "No, I'll always be the pleasure of you." She leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with tender ferocity, tasting the salt of their exertion and the sweetness of their bond. The kiss lingered, a blend of dominance and devotion, her hands cupping his face as their breaths mingled, hot and heavy.
Reluctantly, Joita broke the kiss, rising from his lap with a graceful motion. She adjusted her pants and smoothed her kurta, her movements deliberate and confident. With a playful wink at Abir, she sauntered toward the speechless Rishita, who stood rooted to the spot, her petite frame trembling with shock, her wide eyes still reflecting the intensity she'd witnessed. Joita leaned close, whispering into Rishita's ear, her voice a seductive taunt, "What, Rishita? Do you want him to fuck you like that?"
Rishita's face flushed crimson, her breath hitching as she stammered, "Let's go, Joita!" Her voice was a desperate plea, her shock overriding any response to Joita's provocative question.
Joita laughed, a rich, wicked sound that echoed through the classroom, and took Rishita's arm, leading her out. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the room in silence.
Abir lay back on the bench, his chest heaving, the echoes of Joita's screams and Rishita's stunned presence lingering in his mind. The bench felt cool against his sweat-drenched skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the encounter. His thoughts began to settle, a mix of exhilaration and unease, when the door creaked open again.
Professor Shila stepped inside, her authoritative presence filling the room. "Abir?" she said, her voice sharp and serious, her eyes narrowing as she took in his disheveled state.
Abir scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding. "Yes, madam," he replied, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and respect.
Shila's expression hardened. "Please come to my office now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Abir swallowed hard, his fear spiking. "Yes, madam," he managed, his mind racing with the worst possibilities—had she seen something, heard the rumors, or was this about Monika? He followed her out of the classroom, his steps heavy with dread, the corridor stretching before him like a path to judgment.